Aero was rather experienced at recognising disappointment in others. Judging by her expression, smiling though she was, he could tell it wasn't her usual bright, genuine smile. He hoped greatly that she could overlook this incident. There had some real connection between them, as short as there time togther had been. Aero would hate to compromise on that, but equally as troubling was his anxiety; the fear he'd either push her away or that she'd want nothing to do with him.
Standing straight, Aero took one last cursory look at the sky. It had certainly been worth coming out tonight. As Bright began to pack her things, he found himself wondering how long she'd been out here and how often she came. For a pony like her, with a seemingly infinite knowledge of the stars, he could imagine her staying for whole nights.
Hearing her say his whole name made him smile a little. He wasn't even sure why, he was just glad to hear her say it.
"Goodnight. Take care Bright Eyes," he replied, before his grey wings flapped and lifted him away.
He didn't look back, worried he might see an angry frown gazing back at him. No, Aero found it was better to keep looking forward. Or at least he tried to. Sometimes, it was difficult not to look back...